CUBICLES

When I was a little girl I used to sit myself upside down on the couch and let my head hang. The floor was empty yet possessions clouded the upper interior of the house. I was six years old but had a big sense of gravity so I would experience the materialistic gap between my hands and the ceiling. I never remotely feared that anything would fall or worst yet disappear. But little did I know that nineteen years later I would find myself bare in the streets of Denver.

The cold was starting to diminish and with it the amount of money I had saved in the bank. The consternation of day by day were putting my strategies to sleep and I was no longer a leader. After tons of Oreo's and Starburst I finally found a job, one that I'll end up quitting a week later and the owner will refuse to pay for my hours of work. My grief made me vomit three bags of Maruchan ramen noodles in one sitting and forced my boyfriend to storm out the house and violently but lawfully request the check. A few months forward to today is history, but just know that if you ever find yourself feeling lightheaded with blood rushing to your head it might just be the six years old you who's sitting incorrectly in the couch.